muse_shuffle | April Disc Two

19. They hold my hand and ask me to pull through
A voice I know says dear, he probably can’t hear you...
[‘Air’ – Ben Folds Five]

Chase turned on the shower as hard as it would possibly go and set the temperature to hot just shy of scorching. He barely even flinched when he stepped into the heavy spray and let the sobering needles of water pierce his face. His hand remained on the tap as he just stood there, the water soaking his hair and skin. He didn’t need it to be cleansing, he just needed it to remind him he was still alive.

( Fingers threaded through the stringy wet strands of his blond hair and he paused in the action, stilling as he became aware of the hair tangled around his fingers... )

Rogue [justalilcontact] referenced with permission


Word Count | 419